[Yes, yes, he gets it. There was no escape from the island through conventional means, and here, they're subject to Merlin's whims. There are certainly worse fates, Lobelia thinks, but it wasn't his place to do as he pleased with Vergilius' life. He understands that.
He's silent for a while, eyes closed against the petals that brush his face, breaths irregular and labored. If he died once more, would he be free of Vergilius' pain? He wants to cherish it, yet even that has been taken from him now.]
Je suis désolé.
[Wow. An apology?? Vergilius has heard this tired resignation in his voice before, when he was prepared to accept that happiness would never come for him. If he needed an indication that Lobelia wasn't lying about his feelings, let it be this: a compromise. A genuine apology.]
Only you know what's best for you, non? Your life was never mine to take. Of course, I had been thinking only of what would make me happy and hoping you would feel the same. Admonish me if you will, but my actions can't be taken back.
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He's silent for a while, eyes closed against the petals that brush his face, breaths irregular and labored. If he died once more, would he be free of Vergilius' pain? He wants to cherish it, yet even that has been taken from him now.]
Je suis désolé.
[Wow. An apology?? Vergilius has heard this tired resignation in his voice before, when he was prepared to accept that happiness would never come for him. If he needed an indication that Lobelia wasn't lying about his feelings, let it be this: a compromise. A genuine apology.]
Only you know what's best for you, non? Your life was never mine to take. Of course, I had been thinking only of what would make me happy and hoping you would feel the same. Admonish me if you will, but my actions can't be taken back.